Kayla and Tracy

“Nah, you’re good people. Why would I subject you to some mess like that?”

The two fell quiet as the toughest hills in the treadmill program came up,
forcing them to expend their energies on tackling the treadmill, not the
latest chatter of the day. As their runs on the treadmill glided to a
halt, Kayla glanced in her friend’s direction, wordlessly asking if she
wanted to follow. Soon after, Kayla picked up her towel and wiped her face
off as she strode powerfully off the treadmill and through the gym back to
the locker room. She didn’t even notice her friend behind her until she
had just entered the locker room.

“You sure you want to find out,” Kayla said as she gazed behind her.

“Sure,” Suzie said, somewhat puzzled by the remark. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“OK,” Kayla said as she turned into the last row of lockers, then walked
over to her locker. Fingering the combination, she popped open the lock,
then threw her towel in.

“So…what’s this secret to your muscle tone?”

“You sure about this now?”

“Of course!” panted a somewhat annoyed Suzie.

“OK. Close your eyes, give me your hands, and I shall put it in your
hands.”

“Oh, alright,” Suzie said as she closed her eyes and stuck her hands out.
After hearing a bit of rustling, she felt Kayla’s strong hands gently put
her hands forward then down. Then she felt something she never could have
expected.

“No way!” she said as her eyes popped open. “I mean, I kinda suspected you
were lesbian, but…you have hips and, um…”

“Yep,” Kayla said with a mischievous laugh. “I am what I am.”

“Hmm…” Suzie said as she felt around. “Wait a sec. Is this just a
strap-on like I hear about. I mean…this is thicker than my husband’s,
and it’s not even hard.”